Thursday, September 6, 2012
The Ongoing Poem Saga About the Winter of 2005 Gets A Whole Lot More Wintery
December 12, 2005
One of those
busy
Christmas is nearly upon us
weekends of bustle and shopping
wooly scarves!
witty cards!
red tulips with green stems!
card writing
menu planning
but most of all
cookie baking
cookie
baking
Every year I remember that it takes a long time
but I never remember quite how long or quite how exhausting
making many many dozen thin cut-out cookies really is
mixing the huge amount of dough
and all the rolling out and cutting and decorating
and the perpetual rotation of trays in and out of the oven and to the cooling racks
Then again
I never quite remember how good the cookies taste either
how pretty the colored sugar on top
on one level of course I do
or I wouldn’t want to go to all the trouble of making them
But not on a sensory level
Not on a detail level
Not the way each color of sugar is not just a different color but
Because all the jars were acquired piecemeal at different times and places
also a different coarseness and consistency
big fat iridescent blue grains like rock salt
fine fine almost sandy pale pink and pale green
And then there’s the satisfaction
of engrossing labor
and then the eating
image source is here
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